The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Goose: The Breakfast

I'm enjoying bacon -- no, make that Goose: The Bacon from Goose The Market, itself an offshoot of Smoking Goose, a creator of high-quality meat products (sausage, bacon, the astounding things Italians create with pork plus time and a handful of spices, camels stuffed with goats stuffed with turkey stuffed with duck stuffed with chicken stuffed with pigeon stuffed with mock Nile birds, all smoked to a faretheewell after, I believe, having been posed and photographed playing cards around a table covered in green baize).

Kidding aside, the stuff is delicious, just about Platonic Ideal of bacon, compared to which all other forms are mere shadows on the wall (and I write that as a regular consumer of the high-grade applewood-smoked bacon from Fresh Market). Fried up one strip per each, so we can have more in succeeding days, and it was remarkable for flavor, consistency and degree of consumer satisfaction, the perfect accompaniment to a carefully-fried egg and coffee.

"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."